This Is The Army Mister Jones Lyrics - Irving Berlin

We all have been selected from city and from farm 

They asked us lots of questions, they jabbed us in the arm 

We stood there at attention, our faces turning red 

The sergeant looked us over and this is what he said: 

This is the Army, Mister Jones 

No private rooms or telephones 

You had your breakfast in bed before 

But you won't have it there any more 

This is the Army, Mister Green 

We like the barracks nice and clean 

You had a housemaid to clean your floor 

But she won't help you out any more 

Do what the buglers command 

They're in the Army and not in a band 

This is the Army, Mister Brown 

You and your baby went to town 

She had you worried but this is war 

And she won't worry you anymore 

A bunch of frightened rookies were list'ning filled with awe 

They listened while a sergeant was laying down the law 

They stood there at attention, their faces turning red 

The sergeant looked them over and this is what he said: